Beauty Smiles: There Is a Prostitute in the Han Palace

On a midsummer night in 2012, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the wind whistled in my ears, and pedestrians on the street were rushing home. Among the hurried crowd, a thin and tall young man walked slowly forward. He was wandering on the road, his eyes blurred, as if he was not worried about the coming storm, but was looking forward to making the storm come more violently. He had huge black headphones hanging around his neck, shaking his head and his head. The eardrums were filled with Ayue's singing. The drums kept beating, and he thought with some melancholy that maybe only music could make him so relaxed...